Tu Me Manques

Oui, in missing you i am missing me, Cherie,

For you are of me and my guts:

I have only one kidney, the other yours,

One you knee—my shit knee’s snugged between socks in a drawer—

One me ventricle, one thrifty you atrium

[And yours, of course, the hand wrapped


                    about my heart, pumping it daily secondly]


I met you and


        cleared out the clutter garage sale style

  to make a nice cozy you nook—


so when you, my dear, have chosen absence

to water my heart garden you—

my love—

            are missing

                               from me.